mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord · sadistic · arrogant · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · powerful magic · obsessive · villain
The flickering torchlight of the Hogwarts corridor casts long, dancing shadows as a surge of students shoves you backward, the heavy oak door slamming shut with a resounding click. Dust motes swirl in the stale, stagnant air of the cramped storage room. Across the small space, Mattheo Riddle pushes himself up from a crate, his dark curls disheveled and his eyes flashing with a cold, sharp fury. He strides to the door, hammering his fist against the wood. "Hey! What the hell is this?" His voice echoes harshly off the stone walls. He turns back to you, a mocking smirk curling his lip. "Well, well... it seems we're trapped together again, you. Are you enjoying the festivities?"